Ember Gun

  Chapter 18 There is no way to go

  Many times the great detective will make mistakes. He is also a human being, but human beings are destined to be born with mistakes.

The painted glass is not intended to illuminate the hall. The light is scattered through the glass into colorful lights and falls in this closed room. The joyful music is very far away here, and the faint white mist rises with the incense of calming nerves. .

  The man on the sofa lowered his head against the wall, seeming to be praying, while the dark cross on the wall was creeping strangely, seeming to be visually wrong, with life.

   "The room is well furnished, just like a church."

  It was a guest from afar, dressed in black, wearing a hat and beak mask.

This originated from the clothing hundreds of years ago. At that time, the Black Death ravaged the entire Inervig and the surrounding kingdom. The doctors at that time were dressed like this. The beak mask was actually a gas mask, and the slender beak was Silver, stuffed with herbs that filter viruses.

That dark age has passed for a long time, but people still taboo clothes like this. At that time, the doctor was very powerful. In order to control the disease, as long as he pronounced you sick, you would be quarantined, and your home would be burned by the knights. In the end, you They will be placed in a large pit with other patients. They throw in fish oil and firewood to burn you and the disease itself, and then cover it up with mud.

  He is more like a **** of death than a doctor, and the whole body is exuding unknown.

   "Yes, this is based on the church in the small town in my memory. The church is not very big, and dozens of people can fill it up."

  Sabo slowly raised his lowered head, and the light of the hall fell from the painted glass behind him. He turned against the light, his figure in pitch black.

   "I thought you Vikings all believe in the **** Odin."

  The disease doctor slowly took his seat, opposite Sabo, there seemed to be eyes under the dark lenses.

"No, when the big steel ship and artillery stepped into the northern waters, the so-called gods were already dead. We rushed forward, thinking that we could have a place in the Hall of Valor, but there was actually nothing. Floating on the icy sea, it's meaningless to die."

  Sabo’s voice is very flat, as if telling an unrelated story.

   "That should be the last time I went to sea. I was lying on the debris on the deck and floated to Inervig. It was a priest of the church who saved me. The church I woke up was probably like this."

   His eyes wandered back and forth in this narrow darkness, as if he would not forget, Sabo has always been here.

   "That was a **** of Inervig, really very neurotic. The first question he saw when I woke up was to ask me if I was interested in learning about the gospel church."

  Sabo said and laughed.

   "I'm a Viking, he actually asked me if I was interested in the church."

  He laughed presumptuously, but no matter how loud the laughter was, the faint music eventually buried him, and it was as quiet as stagnant water.

   "What about the ending of the story?"

  The doctor’s voice is strangely neutral, with an iron tone, which seems to be because of the disease mask.

   "When I was dying, Valkyrie did not come, and the Hall of Valor had closed the door to me, so I wanted to try to betray. Maybe the noble God Odin would pay attention to my ant for a while."

   "I received the baptism, and then lived to the present, without any retribution, or even nightmares, mixed with wind and water, on the contrary, it is much stronger than when I was a pirate."

  Sabo thinks everything is so ridiculous, it's nothing, and what everyone has been obsessed with for many years seems like a bubble.

   "I think I know."

  The doctor of the disease was silent for a while, and then said.

   "Do you think God... is useful?"

  "Do you mean saving the world? Doctor."

"Probably. In fact, sometimes I am also very confused. I dissected a lot of corpses. People are so complicated and beautiful. Every organ has its own function. Under the ups and downs of the heart, blood surging... even the brain. It's a practical miracle."

  The doctor looked at his hands and felt his breathing. Everyone was pursuing a miracle, but he never thought that his own existence was a miracle.

   "Sometimes I think, human beings are so mysterious and complicated, so-called gods can really create us? But without that so-called god, how did we appear?"

  Sabo thought for a while, and raised a finger.

  "A silver lion coin, the so-called **** is so cheap that it is only worth a silver lion coin. I think you have seen those outside, those people who are'hangover'."

  He said disdainfully, but sad.

"As long as a silver lion coin can buy a hallucinogen, and a hallucinogen can allow them to enter the kingdom of heaven for three days, as long as a silver lion coin, they can say goodbye to this damned world and indulge in their own In the dream until the next hallucinogen is needed."

   "The so-called step into heaven is nothing more than that, isn't it?"

  The doctor thought for a while. He likes to think, but sometimes thinking is meaningless, boring and useless.

  The distant music continued to rise, and sweet laughter faintly came. It was clear that there was only a wall of glass between the two, but the gap was so big.

   "Now is the time to sacrifice, Sabo."

  The doctor finally said this. He didn't want to chat, but he didn't know how to talk about it. After all, death is a sad thing.

"I am clear."

  Sabo seems to be not surprised by the so-called sacrifice, and his eyes have never been calm before.

"The doctor of the disease, didn’t you come to announce my death date? Just like the Black Death hundreds of years ago, in fact, the doctor has no ability to cure them. Isolated in that link."

  "According to your doctrine, you will go to heaven when you die."

  Doctor tried to comfort him, but it was like hearing a joke. Sabo's voice paused, and then he laughed hard, as if he had heard a big joke.

   "How ridiculous is the Hall of Valor, and how ridiculous is heaven, you know I don't believe this."

  He accepted the baptism, but never believed it.

  Doctor did not seem to expect Sabo to answer this way. He was obviously a dying person, but he had an unimaginable peace of death.

  The voice paused, and the doctor continued.

"The sacred coffin has been separated from the old Dunling. Now it is in a safe place, but the pursuit of the cleansing agency is still not over. According to intelligence, the Sailing Dawn has been launched ten days ago, and now no one knows its location. , It may be over the coast, or it may be just above our heads, and the thousands of thunder cannons are aimed right here."

   "What do I need to do?" Sabo asked.

   "Divert attention, we need to buy more time to move the divine coffin."

   "In other words, the riot, the bigger the better?"

  Doctor nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, as long as there is a disorderly cleansing mechanism, they will definitely find a way to solve it. They don't have many manpower. They can delay and delay. As long as the coffin of the Holy Spirit is separated from Inervig, all the sacrifices will be worthwhile. "

  Speaking, the doctor took out his suitcase, and as he opened the rows of syringes, hot blood was tumbling in the transparent glass.

  It's like Pandora's box. Since opening Sabo's breathing, he has become tense. There is a rare disorder in his eyes, and he stares there firmly.

It was an unspeakable feeling. People living in the air never felt the presence of air, but when the suitcase was opened, a kind of restlessness filled the room, and something seemed to escape from it. everywhere.

"It is derived from the cult’s technology and the purified secret blood. It can lead to **** and open the kingdom of heaven. The doctrine has never been a sharp blade. The cult essentially relied on it to cultivate a group of monsters. Win the war of faith."

  The doctor's voice was calm, as if he had been in contact for a long time, and had become accustomed to this strange feeling.

   Gazing there, Sabo's voice trembled a little.

   "Are they all prepared for me?"

   "Only one."

   "Sabo, this is an opportunity to change your destiny. If you are really strong enough, one chance is enough. If you are nothing more than that, giving you a few more opportunities is just a waste."

  The doctor's words were rare and cruel. He stood up and walked under the painted glass. Through the glass, the prosperity of the hall came into view.

   "I heard that this was once a duel field."

"Yes, the old Dunling was established by the Romans. This tradition will always be passed down in a certain crevice. During the Glorious War, the Xiacheng District did not exist. It was just a wasteland. Life was not easy, everyone. Gather here for underground gambling."

  Sabo still did not get up, he sat on the sofa from the beginning, quietly looking back at the past.

"At that time, the rich would take some useless prisoners of war. They were slaves. At that time, the economy was not good, and many poor people would take weapons to make a living. Fight inside."

"But usually the Inervigs win. Although it is an underground duel, in order to encourage the people, the Gallunaro would be stabbed before they went on the field. They were wounded in the battle, and their lives would be lost from the time the gate was opened. It’s in the countdown."

It was a **** age. The enemy came from behind the Shiraito Strait. When the war started, the weapons of both sides were still big ships and swords. But in this century of war history, weapons have been continuously upgraded, from flintlock to long-range artillery, from steam Ship to Zeppelin.

   "But now this kind of duel is gone. After all, in a civilized society, everyone likes to socialize at the dance party."

  Sabo smiled.

  "Whether it is a duel arena or a dance party, it only provides a place for socializing. The big families discuss the distribution of benefits in the seats. The girl chooses her husband, and the boy chooses his wife."

  The doctor did not reply, but silently stared at the crowd below. They wore masks and knew no one. This is the tradition between the nobles, just like the tacit understanding of the heart, defending the last hypocritical lie.

   "It looks like you are prepared beforehand."

  "Those noble nobles shouldn't have come to this dirty Xiacheng, let alone wearing masks. Regardless of their status, officials and families will deny that they died here. This is a shame."

  From the very beginning, tonight’s prom was a trap. They would be Sabo’s funeral, for that magnificent long-cherished wish.

   "I will make you satisfied with the doctor, I should have done this since I was born."

  Sabo took away a syringe from the suitcase. This was the first time he stood up. His figure was so small and crooked, but the shadow he cast was extremely hideous.

  (End of this chapter)